Sunday, August 29, 2010

Knife in The Road

First and foremost,
this musing is like scratching the surface off of burn toast,
beneath is verbose- expressions of self until I turn ghost/

Become the spirit in other words, the best is yet come,
a path is unravelling before my feet and my vision is like the sun/

Viewed without protective measures, patience awaits a focus,
who's clarity grants nourishment like Egyptian crops do swarming locusts/

So the fork becomes a knife in the road directing quotients,
the sum total of each step makes a merger of drops and oceans/

It's murder like flocks of crows, of the person with a proverbial stock in woes, allowing unity of all that's known to bring light into my chromosomes/

And not just I, we all share that common thread,
which extends throughout our spine, tethering to living above the head/

That's beyond the mind, living what's all been said,
when we're born a second time, meaning falls from within the dead.

©Krishna Volk 2010

Friday, August 27, 2010

Time Delayed a Hundred Lifetimes

In my heart there is a love that speaks to me from the silence of night,
sleep deprived I indulge in a taste just as ripe//

Much like a light is to eyes finding the way,
yet to walk straight on the path until one is met by the day//

The same feelings erupts, the bubbling is heartfelt,
expression in effervescence can make ones heart melt//

Feel the streams of comfort as the flow from the hands,
each moment expands in it's passing, lifetimes in grains of sand//

©Krishna Volk 2010